aelin ashryver galathynius

So here is Kaz fighting like a whole gang by himself like an idiot. Or at least part of it- I did not have the stamina to draw him fighting the first six dudes and I really needed to draw the iconic bloody smile at the end (and bloodthirsty Inej). It probably shouldn’t have taken like three months but picked a bad time to start it, with family and holidays and getting laid off and job hunting so it was hard to find the time and motivation. Also I picked like the most painful scene in the book to try and draw honestly. I’m never going to try and draw a fight scene ever again. Or stairs. Or anything. Also for the millionth time i goddamn hate how tumblr shrinks images.

Aelin: *looking at the mirror* myself …

Aelin: you get the sun

The letters from Cardan to Jude

@folkoftheair asked: tid or tfota?

“I, Cardan, son of Eldred, High King of Elhame, take you, Jude Duarte, mortal ward of Madoc, to be my bride and my queen.”

you are strong enough to survive the fall.

“You’ve never had a talent for deception.” Zoya knew he was goading her, but her pride pricked anyway. “How can you be so sure? Perhaps the list of my talents is so long you just haven’t gotten to the end.”

― until this moment, wylan hadn’t quite understood how much they meant to him. his father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn’t keep out of the red. but they were his first friends, his only friends, and wylan knew that even if he’d had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.

the dregs 

we wear red so they don’t see us bleed hundred dollar bills under our sleeve we intend not to sleep till we’re dead drink our problems right out of our heads singing ooh here comes trouble

Cassian: *amused* Of course you could, sweetheart.

Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.

…when he’d seen it, his heart had clean stopped–and for a moment, there had been an overwhelming silence in his mind. he felt his magic and warrior’s instincts honing into a lethal combination the longer he stared–howling to rip apart the people who had done that with his bare hands.

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius in the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas

My name is Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.